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chance to share the news with a friend who would be glad to hear it.
    After Sir hung up, she thanked him and added, “I needed that, Sir.”
    “It is important for you to experience the positive along with the negative.” He picked up their carry-ons and directed her to the gate. “I trust you will find the next ten hours very positive.”
    She was already excited to be taking another international flight with Sir, but she was speechless when she saw their first-class setting for the trip. Sir’s seat next to the window looked like a small suite. Not only did he have a big-screen TV, but the length of his private area covered four airplane windows. It was like a hotel room in the sky.
    “I never knew there were such things…” she said in awe.
    He sat down in the large leather seat and beckoned her to him. “Have you ever heard of the Mile-High Club?”
    She giggled as she sat on his lap. “Isn’t that where people have sex in airplane bathrooms?”
    He shook his head with an amused smile. “Only if the person is desperate and enjoys unsanitary conditions.”
    “To be honest, Sir, I never thought having sex over a toilet was very sexy.”
    “Nor I, although I must say you did a fine job of making it look tantalizing during Master Coen’s challenge.”
    Brie grinned as she recalled her bathroom stall antics involving a camera, clothespins and a naughty hairbrush.
    Sir whispered in her ear. “We are about to have sex in the air, little sub. I assure you it will not be on a toilet or in the way you are expecting.”
    He totally had her attention now.
    “I don’t suppose you will let me in on your wicked secret, Sir?”
    He surprised her by giving her an answer. “It shall be a lesson on belts.”
    Being spanked was something Brie found sexually arousing. Being hit with a belt terrified her on a level she could not explain. “Sir?”
    He smiled with an ease that comforted her building apprehension. “Tonight you will learn the power and allure of your Master’s belts.” He produced six leather belts of varying shades of brown and different widths from his carry-on bag. She suddenly understood why the airport staff had kept Sir behind to question him about his luggage. What man needs six belts on a flight?
    “Hold out your hands.”
    He laid the belts in her open palms so she could feel and smell his tools of choice for their upcoming scene. Brie starred at them with a sense of pleasurable dread. Surely he would not beat her with the six different belts…
    She glanced at Sir. His playful smirk along with his raised eyebrow begged the question—did she trust him?
    A perky stewardess appeared, asking Sir what he wanted for a drink. He ordered for them both. “We would like your finest merlot.”
    “Yes, sir!” the young woman answered cheerily.
    Brie pouted as she walked away. “I hate when other women call you sir.”
    Her Master chuckled under his breath. “I can appreciate that. It’s something I do not experience, as téa is not a common word.”
    “In some ways Masters have it easier…” Brie teased.
    He looked at her with feigned sympathy. “A Dominant is expected to be in charge. That takes much forethought and planning, little sub. Both sides of the coin have their benefits and disadvantages. Thankfully for us, it is a pleasant balance.”
    Brie wrapped her arms around his neck and purred, “Yes, it is, Sir. Very pleasant, although I am hesitant about your plans on this flight.”
    He snuck a hand down between her legs discreetly, caressing her femininity. “As I suspected, your hesitancy is also marked with juicy anticipation.”
    Brie closed her eyes in frustration. Why did her body have to betray her like that? She was genuinely scared, but there her pussy was announcing she wanted what she feared. Being true to her heart, she opened her eyes and faced him. “Sir, belts scare me.”
    He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “But you trust your Master.”
    She nestled herself